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    After some thought, I began, "Mr. Donovan, the reason I came today is to bring your grandson back to your family.”


    My statement was like a sudden thunderp, shocking the old man and Annika into stunned silence.


    Donovan scrutinized me up and down, as if he wanted to see through me, trying to understand my intentions. It was as if he perceived me as a conniving woman using the child to extort them, and he was on high alert.


    "What do you mean? Grandson? Where did this grandsone from?"


    Annika also wore a face of skepticism, finding it hard to believe what I said.


    I had to smile again and nod solemnly to assure them that they didn''t mishear.


    Then I said, "Absolutely, without a doubt, he is your grandson. To be precise, he is Arton’s son."


    "What?"


    Donovan stood up suddenly while looking at me.


    It was obvious that he now considered me the child''s mother.


    Carol couldn’t stand it anymore and spoke sharply to the old man, "Mr. Donovan, please calm down. Chloe is here to discuss this today, but she is not the child’s mother. You’re thinking too much."


    From her tone, I could just tell that she insinuated that I was too good to be part of their family.


    Annika seemed to feel that her father’s gaze was a bit excessive. She quickly grabbed the old man and pressed him back onto the sofa.


    However, he was still very surprised, pointing at me and saying, "What’s going on? Our grandson? Arton’s child?"


    His expression left me somewhat puzzled. I couldn’t figure out if he were happy or angry.


    Even his fingers were trembling slightly, but I nodded confidently and said, "Yes, the boy is Arton’s son. You didn’t hear it wrong."


    After saying that, I took out my phone, opened the photo gallery, and handed it to him.N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.


    My phone gallery had many pictures of Charlie, all taken when he visited Pleca Park. He was at his happiest, and his adorable expressions were captured perfectly. In my eyes, all children were little angels.


    I was certain that Charlie’s appearance was a replica of the Reese family’s genes. With his look, there was no need for a DNA test. He resembled the old man in front of me too much.


    Donovan eagerly took my phone. When he saw the pictures on the screen, he was petrified instantly.


    Perhaps Annika had never seen this expression on her father’s face. She was more nervous than anything else. She quickly supported her father, calling out, "Dad!"


    Then, unable to resist her curiosity, she leaned over and looked at the screen. When she saw the photos, her expression mirrored her father’s, and her mouth went wide open.


    I didn’t know what they were feeling then, but I was sure they were astonished.


    So, I quickly spoke again, saying, "These photos were taken at my home. The kid was particrly happy then, and now he’s almost a year old. I believe that after you see these, you’ll know whether he is your family."


    Donovan’s eyes remained fixed on the screen, his expression truly unpredictable. Then, suddenly, he said to Annika, "Quick, call your mom and ask her toe back! And call Arton too, tell him toe back right now!"